Date: Tue, 28 Mar 2017 17:25:40 -0700
From: walter naised <timeknitter@gmail.com>
Subject: being a rentboy

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My name is adler zosimos. I am 25 years old and the most sought after
rentboy in the male-only brothel/pastry shop  called Der Junge mit
Tentakeln ln in the coastal city of Shrettzer.

Our city was highly unusual in that we were one of the only three cities in
the country that openly rented out prostitutes and whose citizens openly
regarded them as ordinary as a butcher, bartender, blacksmith, or any other
tradesman.



Der Junge mit Tentakeln was unique in being the only brothel that was
entirely operated by men and catered only to male clients. Many other
brothels also employed some boys and or other gendered people in their
lineup and all of them would cater to any gender  who was willing to pay
for it. Der Junge mit Tentakeln was unique among them. Us boys did have our
many friends outside of course. Also our cupcakes were talked about  all
over town and many people came just to purchase the baked goods.



All brothels of course had experience servicing supernatural clients, and
it often took a person of supernatural talents to keep up with such types.
Myself: I was unusual in possessing multiple talents. I am able to "phantom
warp". Essentially a form of teleportation over relatively short distances
in a cloud of smoke or enveloped in shadows. The effect was subtle and
seldom noticed.  The exact maximum distance has yet to be verified as my
knowledge of my destination seems to be a factor in the ability, yet my
attempts to warp to the other side of the planet have been unsuccessful.

I also possess a form of telekinesis which honestly is relatively weak
compared to some others I have encountered, though in times of crisis is
has proven to be extraordinary even surpassing the above average levels
when I was riding on adrenaline or under the influence of certain drugs.



I also possess several knacks though these are of a subtler class than full
blown abilities.



I was young, cute, 5'9 and well muscled with thick arms and legs and had
spiraling tribal tattoos that covered most of my body. My clients loved me
for my short trimmed neat beard and striking blue eyes. Perfect bait for
horny men who liked to fuck boys.



Then I also possess the certain... "privileges" imbibed by Sir Zasamel



Sir Zasamel ran Der Junge mit Tentakeln. All the boys who worked there
belonged to him.

Unlike many of the pimps of other establishments though, all his boys came
willingly, and were also allowed to leave at any time. Almost none ever
did.  We loved Zasamel and he loved us back. He took care of and protected
us against those who would abuse us or those who existed in our past who
would try and come after us against our will. His reputation did carry far
and wide and most all feared his wrath should it be aimed at him. While his
business was legit he did have strong connections to the underworld. All
his boys were branded with his sigil which marked us as both fuckboys for
hire and belonging to Zasamel. The intricate circular mark most wore on
their arm or ankle also carried it's form of permanent magic, imbibing his
boys with certain properties. Some subtle some less so. It worked to
increase our sperm production as well as increase the sex drive, so his
boys were always horny and ready for dick. I chose to bear mine on my left
shoulder where it was clearly visible to anyone passing by thus ensuring
regular work.

                Our work was hard (figuratively and literally) but we all
loved what we did. Most of us boys gave Sir 60% of our earnings and taking
the remaining 40% for ourselves.  It seemed fair since we had our room and
board taken care of by Sir.



Most of Sir's boys shared rooms, 2 to 4 boys in a room. He owned about 20
of us not counting the ones who contracted with him part time. Though since
I was his most sought after one (as well as helping with side jobs) I could
afford to demand my own room. Though our resident total-sub boy Chuck
stayed with me in my room. This boy could not for the life of him be left
alone for more than a few minutes. Especially at night he needed to be held
anytime he slept.

After the third night of him sneaking into bed with me I finally allowed
him to push our beds together so we could have enough room.



He was a sub boy 100%

Slightly pudgy but wore it perfectly well. Total bottom who loved to please
men, his entire existence hindered on being taken  care of by a strong
controlling man. Part of this was taken care of by his clientele who fucked
him constantly every day but it seemed that I took care of his needs of
male acknowledgements in the times between. He was a cutie, more so than I
think he realized. He had features that made him unusual, even in our
world. He had very pronounced heterochromia in his eyes with his left being
a very bright sky blue and the other a dark shade of lavender.



 Most of us who developed supernatural abilities also possess some form of
intricate birthmark that can often be mistaken for a tattoo. Colloquially
called demon marks, Chuck's was larger than average, taking up a large
proportion of his right side starting from his calf and winding up his side
and back and trailing out over his right arm and below his clavicle. It
resembled winding vines and sets of black and shiny gold that resembled
leaves or dragon scales. He did possess one small tattoo of a butterfly on
his wrist that I witnessed him getting but as much as he whined and
complained about the pain, I could tell that these would be his only skin
adornments. My own mark was a small vine of multicolored leaves on my left
ear that didn't stand out too much from my other tattoos.



Almost all of Sir Zasamel's boys where slutty gay boys who liked sex but
did indeed need the money for their own personal reasons, thus why they
came to him. Chuck was the only one to refuse payment for his services.

Upon learning that his rent and food would be included in the payment for
selling his ass to men he specifically requested to give 100% of the money
clients paid to use and abuse his ass go to the house. He loves cock and
especially cum inside of his ass and will take anyone's load inside of him,
especially If they're forceful enough. He loves being ordered around and
used. Sir Zasamel mark branded on his boys allows them to live off of cum
alone without food so long as we take loads from strangers in our ass or
mouth. For some reason the spell doesn't work when we're aware of the
person's name. Something that Chuck has taken to exploit as often as
possible.



Most of rentboys came from broken homes or bad backgrounds. But some came
from good backgrounds and just got off on being used. Where Chuck was from
originally, I don't know. I know he would tell me someday, since I clearly
was his closest friend and whom he felt most comfortable with. Though his
greatest way to feel validated was to be fucked and I've only ever fucked
him on special occasions and definitely nothing regular. He never asked for
it though I could see it in his eyes and one drunken night at a bar waiting
for a client who flaked on us he did admit that he wished I would breed his
ass with my raw load every night and sleep inside of him.



He was a cutie, but he had a lot to learn about being a rentboy.



Though part of the reason I was so prolific was my phatom warp abilities
which came in handy for meeting spontaneous clients. Many of my regulars
would send me a message through various means with just a place requesting
my services.



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I usually woke up around 9 or 10am, showered in the open communal shower in
the back secret courtyard, and got ready for my day. A lot of it was spent
with clients or working out in the training grounds . Today though was
Friday, the start of the weekend and the real working week for us boys. We
were of course technically available 24/7 but business really was big on
the weekends.



Though today I seemed to be having a slow day until sometime around 5:30 a
large black and white rat appeared on the outside of my windowsill carrying
a piece of folded paper in it's mouth. We see a lot of unusual rats in this
part of the city especially since Chuck has an affinity for them, this one
however wasn't too out of the ordinary except for it's second set of eyes
below the first. He scratched at the window which I slid open and the rat
placed the note in my hand.

"thank you, reginald" I said to the rat which looked at me before turning
around and scampering down the ledge towards the edge of the building and
around the corner and out of sight



The note was short:

Alleyway 6m

Wear tshirt, briefs and jeans.

-cf



Ah cain. I liked him, even if he did get pretty rough.

Cain was a blacksmith with a wife. I suspected there was some marital
issues between them but I never asked and he didn't hire me to talk. He
knew what he wanted and it was not any semblance to romance. It was pure
animalistic fucking. I took a shower and donned the clothes he requested.

Getting close to 6pm Chuck walked in wearing a pair of small blue and pink
briefs which was somewhat unusual as Sir Zasamel had ordered his mandatory
nudity unless requested by a client. I assumed he had just returned from a
client who liked them. I had not seen them before and It wasn't unusual for
a client to gift us underwear.



He had a rat riding on his shoulder



"I sent walter to deliver the note given to me. I take it you got it?" he
said

"oh I thought that was reginald" I said

He giggled "no silly, reginald has more black in his coat and the end of
his tail is forked"

I smiled "well maybe that's why they don't talk to me"

We both laughed. I knew Chuck loved anything that made him feel special, so
I had taken to slipping them in when possible into conversations with him.
Conversing with a non-human species was a talent one was born with the
predisposition for rather than something one could learn from study. The
rats in this part of the country weren't as prolific in their reproduction
as ordinary rats. They preferred to rely on their intelligence and strategy
to survive rather than make tons of offspring. I feel like Chuck has
befriended nearly every rat in the city though he denies this. I try and
keep up with their names but even with some of them having distinct
differing physical traits I often find it exhausting.



I heard a chime from my bedside table and checked my silver pocketwatch
that lay on it. It was an ancient piece and one of my oldest possessions as
I inherited it from my father.

"showtime" I said to chuck with a wink

"ok" he said and gave me a kiss on the cheek as the lights in the room
dimmed as a black fog seemed to slowly creep in and envelop me and behind
it I vanished



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My sneakers found themselves on rough cobblestone walkways. Most of the
world was modern enough to use blacktop but this city was very old and
people hated to improve on anything that had endured for a while. "vintage"
my ass.  But this is what happens when you live in the second oldest
continuously inhabited cities in the world. The bizzarely justaposed
ancient buildings alongside the futuristic glass and metal skyscrapers.



I pointed my sneakers down the street and walked towards the shop. I could
have warped straight to the alley, but few people knew of that ability and
it was something I tried to avoid spreading to just anyone.



Cain's forge was a large house on the outskirts of town with his forge out
in front next to the road leading into the edge of the forest. The world
had moved on to bigger and badder weaponry but high quality kaziden steel
blades imbibed with magic were always needed and it was still a marketable
skill for Cain.



The alley between his blacksmithing shop and the abandoned dilapidated
building next door was dark save for what minimal light filtered in over
the wall from the street. I arrived and glanced around and made sure no one
was around on this dimly lit street though I doubt no one would have
noticed me much in my dark cloak I wore and I slipped down the alleyway and
over the piles of wood and stone that blocked a good portion of the
entrance  and ducked behind the old abandoned dumpster that was no longer
used.



Cain had acquired an old twin mattress somewhere and thrown it back here
behind the dumpster for our meetings. I shucked the cloak and lit up a
cigarette and waited for him. A lot of guys want me to be naked and waiting
ass up for them but Cain liked to take what he wanted when he was ready for
it.



Within a few minutes I heard shuffling and I looked up and saw him coming
out of the darkness. A large bear of a man with thick arms from hard daily
labor still covered in soot and grease from work. He was a hardened man
with a shaved head and a thick short cropped beard. He wore his
blacksmith's overalls and thick heavy boots and I knew he was wearing
nothing else underneath.



Without warning he grabbed me and slammed me hard but not enough to hurt
against the brick wall behind me. With his hands pinning my biceps to the
wall he stared into my eyes for a moment before slowly leaning forward to
kiss me with surprising gentleness.  He was a man I could tell was hungry
for intimacy as well as being dominant.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing he roughly pulled me and pushed
me hard onto the bare stained mattress where he yanked my jeans off as well
as shoes in the process leaving me in just my white briefs and t-shirt. I
am grateful that cain's talents lie with metalworking and not supernatural
strength as I am sure my body as well as most boys' wouldn't be able to
handle his aggression beyond a normal man's strength.



He grabbed me by my shirt front and pulled me up to him and planted a much
more aggressive kiss on my mouth for a few seconds before slamming me back
down on the mattress and ripping my shirt apart starting at the collar. It
was a cheap flimsy white Tshirt and it was no match for Cain's brute
strength and was soon in tatters thrown against some forgotten alley wall.

With an animalistic snarl he grabbed the waistband of my white briefs and
soon they were ripped up into shreds too and I was completely naked and
helplessly exposed my 7inch cock hard as a rock from being manhandled so
hard.

He stood up suddenly and undid the clasps that held the straps of his
overalls and with a quick motion shucked the entirety of the overalls down
and off leaving him in just his boots. His thick body exposed, muscled hard
from a lifetime of manual labor. His thick 8inch cut thickly veined cock
already half hard swung free.



 He reached down and grabbed my legs and forced my ass up in the air. I
gasped in surprise  as he spread my legs apart exposing my hole and to my
shock he buried his face into my ass, fiercely plunging his tongue into my
hole. He never has done this before. He always just uses me for his own
pleasure and seems indifferent to me getting off. I gasped with genuine
surprised pleasure as he ate my ass, tonging my hole fiercely. My cock hard
and dripping precum all over my chin and face. I couldn't help but squirm a
little.

He opened his eyes and locked them onto mine while  tonguing my ass.

He pulled away and said: "you ready for it?" it was all I could do to nod
and say "yes. Fuck me please"



With my abilities, some people wondered why I chose to be a rentboy when
there were plenty of more lucrative careers available. And to be honest I
did take those jobs occasionally as sometimes I needed the money, but I
chose being a rentboy because I loved fucking, and especially getting
fucked. I loved being with men.



Cain lowered me down and I could feel his hard cockhead pressing against my
hole. He spat on his dick and with one steady unrelenting motion his
penetrated my ass and slid his whole length inside of me without slowing
down. He made it clear it was all about his own enjoyment. With my legs
bent back over my head he pushed me into the mattress with his hips and his
cock slid all the way inside my ass which he owned.



He closed his eyes and let his head fall back before taking a deep breath
and slowly began thrusting his way into me over and over "fuckin' take my
raw cock boy!" he grunted slamming his cock deep in my tight ass. His
strong hands pinning my ankles behind my head



Like I said, Cain wasn't interested in anything romantic, or prolonged
sessions. He wanted the raw fucking of men and nothing else. His browed
furrowed as his eyes bore into mine as he thrust his cock into me harder
and harder



"get ready to get bred, boy"  he grunted and began slamming his cock in me
as he yelled out grabbing my cock in his hand



His hips began slamming into me harder and harder as he bellowed out in
feral pleasure. I could feel his cock thicken as he began filling me with
the thick ropes of his jizz shooting inside my ass. My cock still rock
solid at being used by this thick strong man.



After a minute or so his pumping slowed down and he slumped down on top of
me but without pulling out of my ass while he caught his breath. For a man
who worked manual labor all day, my ass sure wore him out quickly.



He then opened his eyes and locked t hem with mine as he slowly pulled his
slowly softening cock from my abused hole. A small amount of his cum
dribbled out of me but I tightened my hole to keep it inside. He grabbed
the tattered remains of fabric of my white briefs and stuffed them into my
mouth before he then stood up over me with his cock still pointed out over
me.  "cum for me boy" he ordered as I obediently reached down to stroke my
already hard dripping cock. Within a second he grunted and crouched down
and let out a hot stream of his thick piss that hit me in the face without
warning coating my face and over my mouth that were filled with the thick
cotton briefs  and then moved to coat the entirety of my body.  I could
feel the piss washing over me and soaking into the bare mattress that I lay
on. I wondered as to how many countless people had  fucked on this mattress
and I could only guess at how many hundreds of boys had been used and
abused on it and within a few moments I was choking involuntary cries of
pleasure through the piss-soaked underwear in my mouth and shot my thick
load all over my belly and chest and even managed to get some on my neck
and chin. My cock kept spasming for a few moments before all of me settled
down so I could revel in being covered and filled with piss and cum of a
man I barely knew.



He took a few moments to catch his breath and then reached down to pull the
ripped up underwear from my mouth and use to mop cup the piss and cum that
covered my face and torso. He reached down and squeezed the last drops of
cum from my cock into the pair of briefs.

Without a word he pulled on his overalls and boots before pulling me up,
naked to my feet.

He then kissed me hard and rough like the manner in which he had fucked me.
He then slipped the folded bills into my hand and said "see you next week"
and turned and strode away briskly without looking back, still carrying the
ripped briefs with him.



I laid back down onto the piss soaked mattress and reveled in the reality
of what I was.

A boy for rent. A boy that men used to fuck and discard when they were done
and I loved what I was.



Considering that Cain had an above average dick and tipped really well
helped too.



It was a fairly warm summer night. We weren't quite yet into fall. I
actually ended up dozing off right there still soaked in piss. I was naked
and exposed to the world but didn't care who came by and saw me or decided
to have fun with me. I was tired and loved being used.



A while later I woke with a start, not sure if I heard something. With my
telekenisis I felt around but saw nothing out of the ordinary in this dirty
alleyway. I located my cloak in the back corner behind some rubbish and
floated it towards me. My only clothing besides my jeans and shoes I had
worn that remained intact. Rather than bother with slipping it on I allowed
the ample amount of shadows in this dim corridor envelop me and disappeared
into the night.



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One of My favorite parts of der Junge mit Tentakeln was the baths. It was a
secluded, old part of the place. Reserved mostly for the boys who worked it
and some of the more higher paying clients, though the latter was rare. It
was mostly a place for the boys to clean off and bond with each other. It
was as much a recreational area for us as well as utilitarian. In the small
hidden courtyard it held multiple outdoor showerheads that we used to clean
off as well as a large communal bathtub and steam room. All forms of
clothing were forbidden and non-rentboys had to have permission from Sir
Zasamel as well as be accompanied by one of his boys.



I had appeared in a subtle way of darkness and steam from the shower. The
black smoke boiled in from one of the drains and blended in almost
imperceptibly with the steam and night sky.



Teleportation was a rare ability to begin with and mine differed from most
I had heard of as it was completely noiseless and if I didn't want to be
noticed, I wouldn't be. Most teleporters, would make some dramatic sound
and flash of light when they transported or else would have some form of
creating portals to physically step through but I was almost unheard of in
my ability to slip by almost unnoticed in the shadows or in this case, steam



One of Sir Zasamel's boys was there, naked and soaping himself up when I
materialized and when he finally turned an saw me laying on the tile floor
of the showers he started hard and slipped and almost fell before catching
himself.



"goddamn, adler. I told you not to do that" he growled at me before
reaching down to offer his hand to pull me up off the floor which I lay. It
was Montagne, one of our few resident straight boys who lived here. He was
the only one with a girlfriend. He said she knew all that he was and what
he did and was cool with it. I never understood it, but then I never really
had much to do with girls so I didn't feel the need to really pry. He was a
giant, easily our tallest boy on call, about 6'9 at least and built like a
tank with massive shoulders and arms and legs. . He knew he was hot, and
part of why he wanted to be a rentboy to put the skills to use.

>From what he told me he didn't mind fucking guys but didn't really like
getting fucked so he only ever bottomed for clients maybe once or twice a
week if they were a good regular. Most of the other boys here worked full
time but montagne only took guys when he was in the mood to put on the show
so didn't turn tricks like the rest of us all day everyday. But he did hang
with us in the showers everyday and I could tell he enjoyed the closeness
of it genuinely even if he didn't want to fuck boys when he wasn't being
paid.



I noticed he was sporting the beginnings of a black eye on his left side as
well as some purpling around his pecs and side a bit.



"did your girl punch you again?" I said smirking



"har har" he said grabbing a cloth. He turned me around and began scrubbing
my back "I moved up to the next match" he said



Since he doesn't like to fuck as often as the gay boys do he got special
permission from Sir to also participate in the underground fight rings. He
was a popular fighter to bet on and usually referred to as "the iron bear"
as his holds and punches were often described as hard as iron. He was being
gentle while washing my back yet I could still see why he got his nickname.



I had also seen him in action when he and I had to take care of certain
special jobs. After seeing him unleash his full set of skills I am glad to
call him a partner rather than an enemy.



"that's good" I said "when is your next match? I'll come support you"

"next Saturday at midnight" he said taking the shower hose and rinsing off
my back with hot water

"I'll be there"

He returned the showerhead and wrapped his massive arms around me suddenly
and leaned down to whisper in my ear "if I pull strings to get you into the
club, try to finish getting fucked in the bathroom before my matches start"

My cock jumped in surprise and he laughed and reached down and gave my half
hard cock a few slow tugs before releasing me and turning back to rinse the
suds off his own body.

I must have visibly blushed because he laughed again. Bastard. For a
straight guy he did seem to love teasing the fuck out of other boys who
were obviously attracted to him. Almost everyone would casually fuck when
the mood hit except him. Tease.




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rescuing chuck







We didn't so much as rescue Chuck as we obtained him from the smoldering
ashes of the wreck of a life he came from. He was found by one of our boys,
Castor who said he heard him from inside one of the big shipping containers
near the pier to be loaded onto one of the big cargo ships before it sailed
off to cross the sea. I know Castor has a knack for finding hidden things
(my hidden stashes around my room for example) but I still doubt he would
have heard Chucks whimpering cries from inside that metal crate if he
weren't alerted by a large black two tailed rat who alerted his attention
to it.



He told us how he was able to quickly pick the lock under the clouded night
sky and pry open the large metal door of the container to find it
completely empty save for a huddled up lump laying fetal position on the
other side.

Fearing a trap he fled and immediately found me, with his guidance I was
able to warp us back to the container where he stood watch to make sure no
one locked the door behind me.



As I slowly approached his cries had long since dissolved into barely
audible snivels and even in the dim light I could tell he had been crying
for quite some time with the layers of dried tears on his face. He was
filthy dirty, with his reddish dark brown hair long and matted to his face
and covered in what smelled like dried cum and especially piss. He was
naked except for a pair of small white briefs that were clearly old and
ripped in many places especially the ass and covered in old piss stains.



Very slowly as to not to spook him I reached out and placed a hand on his
shoulder. He spooked at my touch and rolled onto his back asking who I was.
I could tell this boy had some heavy supernatural blood in him, possibly
faerie with his vibrantly colored but mismatched eyes that almost seemed to
glow brightly in the dark of the container, as well as the larger than
average demon mark. The black and gold vine pattern suggested a closer
connection to nature than most humans possessed but this was not the time
for those type of questions.



"my name is Adler" I said coming down on one knee to talk to him closer "my
friend and I heard you locked up in here. What are you doing in here? And
who did this to you?" I asked gently.



At that his eyes welled up again but rather than the cartoonish bawling of
a child I expected the tears rolled silently down his cheeks and he
whimpered "My owner abandoned me. Said I got too old for business and sent
me away. He locked me in this crate to be shipped away so I'd stop coming
back"



My eyes narrowed "Malik?"



His eyes flew open with misty surprise: "yeah... are you one of his boys?"



Malik was an underground pimp from the neighboring city. Often clashed with
Sir Zasamel for his policies of hiring kids that Sir Zasamel deemed too
young for sex work, and while Zasamel truly loved his boys that he rented
off to other men, Malik regarded his girls and especially his boys as
nothing more than product to be sold. Rumors have long hinted that he often
kept them in horrible conditions and doing little more than keeping them
fed, watered, and exercised to keep them marketable. Some of those stories
gave even poorer accounts of the conditions they were kept in, though these
have been yet to be verified.



Until now.



I gripped his shoulder "no. I am not. I serve a better master. May I ask
how old you are?" I asked as gently as I could



He sniffled "I just turned 17"

We had heard rumors that Malik was having certain... troubles with ties to
the various underground networks as well as with money and debts and was
downsizing certain businesses he ran. It seems one of them, as we suspected
was his rentboys and rentgirls. From what I deduced, this boy was one of
his boys he deemed "too old" for his business. Little did he know this "too
old" boy would be the final nail in his coffin.



I didn't particularly enjoy assassination per se, but for contracts such as
these... well there would be a bit of satisfaction. The idea of anyone
abandoning their boy like this was unforgivable.



I took an knee and gripped his shoulder gently and spoke to him as soft and
warmly as I could:



 "how would you like a hot bath, something to eat and a warm bed to sleep
in?"



His face tightened and I could tell he was trying not to cry again, but I
could tell this was out of happiness at being found and taken care of. "yes
please, sir" he said sitting up and hugging me tightly.





Five to ten minutes of comforting encouragement later we emerged for the
musky and ammonia smelling old shipping crate. From the smell and the
subtle nail scratches along the walls and door of the container I could
tell this probably wasn't Malik's first time dumping out his "retired"
whores out to fend for themselves in some other part of the world.



"do you have any belongings stashed somewhere?"

He hesitated a moment but then shook his head no. so literally all he had
were those ripped up, piss soaked briefs that left most of his ass crack
exposed. I could see why, he was cute and had a nice round butt, so
undoubtedly a top or eight had had their way with his ass and the flimsy
cotton wasn't going to get in their way.



He didn't seem to be injured beyond a few nasty bruises on his side and one
forming shiner underneath his right eye but otherwise he seemed able to
walk okay, though he still draped his arm across his shoulder and seemed to
be encouraged with me supporting him with my arm around him too. This boy
clearly needed the support emotionally as well as physically. He didn't
seem phased by being exposed and all but naked save for the torn cloth
covering his genitals. Even in contrast to me who was in my street garb of
leather shoes, jeans, belt, and a black t-shirt featuring a blue box on it.
I was not normally dressed as heavily but the situation seemed to warrant
it when Castor came to fetch me with such urgency.



Castor was waiting for us a few feet away leaning against the next shipping
container smoking a cigarette with the black two tailed rat sitting on his
shoulder. He was dressed in a similar garb to be except for wearing a heavy
leather jacket and combat boots. Totally unnecessary but he liked the punky
style.

I had a pair of similar boots but I seldom wore them as they were clunky
and not ideal for stealth, but they did come in handy for certain
situations.



Chuck spotted the rat on Castor's shoulder and his face instantly lit up.
His dual-colored eyes seemed to shine a little bit  brighter at the sight
of the rat which began to crawl down Castor's arm who then bent down and
allowed the rat to gently hop out of his hand onto the ground and towards
Chuck who scooped him up to cuddle.



I took Castor aside a few feet away and quickly whispered the situation to
his ear while Chuck was distracted with the Rat.

"tell Daddy the situation" I finished. "you'll know where to find me"

He nodded and turned without a word and sprinted away swiftly but silently
into the shadows down the dock.



Castor didn't possess any teleportation talents like me but he was very
fast.



I turned around and chuck was now holding the rat in his left hand while
petting his head with his right fingers. Upon my approach he turned to me,
smiled and then gently bent down and set the rat on the ground where it
immediately scurried off into a storm drain and out of sight.



"your familiar?" I asked

He smiled "familiars share a contract of servitude to their binders. And
it's usually on the individual level. The rats of this land and I...  well
we're friends" he said wistfully



I paused a moment but smiled "well I assume they won't mind you getting
cleaned up, how'd you say? You look like you haven't eaten in days" I said
taking his hand in mine



He faltered for a moment but looked down at his feet while squeezing my
hand which I took as a yes.

I chuckled.

I heard his sharp intake of breath as the already dim streetlamps around us
one by one blinked out enshrouding us into darkness. His grip on my hand
clamped down even harder but a moment later a new set of street lights
flickered on and we appeared in  the alleyway behind der Junge mit
Tentakeln where he gasped in surprise.



I laughed leading him down the old broken cobblestone road. "I will have to
ask that you not tell anyone about that trick" I said feeling along the
high wall that surrounded the back of the house for the hidden door. Upon
finding the right brick I pressed it and the panel of bricks slid down to
reveal the back door to the back garden behind the courtyard.



Chuck was gripping my hand like a vice "the void... please don't do that
again without warning" he whispered

I wasn't sure what he meant but I squeeze his hand back. "hey you will be
okay. You're safe now" which seemed to calm him down.



I could have transported us directly into the courtyard/bathing area, but I
figured a lead in could make him feel more at ease. The whole time though
that we walked from the alley, to the long flower gardens, to the
baths/shower area, Chuck refused to let go of my hand until we finally
arrived to the small roofed area that held the large communal bathtub that
all of us boys shared.



We detoured over to the large open shower area and the benches surrounding
it that were supplied with towels and I slowly began to undress, unbuckling
my belt and shucking my jeans down and the t-shirt over my head. Chuck
immediately got the idea and didn't hesitate to hook his thumbs into the
waistband of the tattered remains of his stained ripped briefs and pull
them down off his firm round bubble butt, to reveal a nice 6inch cut cock.
He wasn't hard but I could still tell he would make a nice size at full
mast. Despite the briefs being barely more than piss stained rags he made a
big motion about folding them up nicely and tucking them away in the far
corner where they would be out of the way of everything.



As I was I was barely out of my clothes while he was totally naked in front
of be with not an ounce of shyness as to being fully exposed and vulnerable
in front of a stranger he barely just met. He was a cutie. Definitely a
bigger boy with thick legs and arms and a slight belly but he wore it well.
I could seem him fetching top dollar in Malik's whoring circles.



 I told him "you need to shower off before we go to the bath"

He nodded and immediately turned to the nearest shower and turned it on and
began washing himself

I finished taking off my socks and hat and piling them up on the bench
while I watch him soap up his naked body. His large mark that started from
his right asscheek resembled a large vine with jet black and shiny gold
leaves that covered most of his right side and shoulder. I could tell it
wasn't a tattoo as the gold shined in a metallic way that no normal tattoo
ink could. It greatly accentuated his tight round ass and thick body.



He was turned away from me rinsing the shampoo from his hair when I finally
came in to the shower with him taking the showerhead directly next to his.
He looked up his hair slick down across his face. His hair was long and in
need of a trim.

Rather than say anything I took the nearby bucket and helped him rinse off
and then took him by the hand and led him into the bath. Castor must have
spread the word by now, as the bathtub was unusually empty. I stepped into
the extra hot water up to my knees  and led Chuck in with me to the bench.
I could tell hot water baths were a luxury to him as he gasped in a way
that led me to believe he hadn't experienced one in a long time if at all.



Along the far wall of the tub was a bench specifically designed to where a
boy could sit and lean back and have a boy or two cuddle up comfortably
against him. My intuition led me to believe that that was exactly what
Chuck needed. He sat down between my spread legs and leaned back against me
without hesitation, our naked bodies pressed against each other, I
naturally wrapped my arms around him , holding him close against me and I
could feel all his tense muscles relax as he surrendered to the embrace of
another man.



"how long were you in the container?" I asked rubbing him behind an ear

He closed his eyes "I don't know. Maybe a day or two. It felt like a week"





Days. I couldn't imagine spending days locked away covered in piss and cum
in a dark cold container. I grew up in darkness, embraced it, and it felt
natural to me yet the thought of having it forced upon me was horrifying
for me even. I couldn't imagine what kind of toll it took on this sensitive
boy.



We talked some but I could tell he wasn't ready to recount the whole thing
and what he seemed to be taking comfort in was my kind words and gentle but
solid and encompassing physical embrace. Most Sub boys needed a strong man
to take care of them and this boy was one who seemed to need someone
watching out for him most.





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We eventually got out after we started pruning up a bit and dried off.  I
put my clothes back on, put on my cap backwards and then bent down and
laced up my sneakers and straightened up. Chuck had hung up his towel and
was staring wistfully up at the night sky.

"never seen so many stars" he said turning his eyes back to me

The corner of my mouth turned up as I gave a half chuckle as I would
constantly while I inevitably looked out for this boy for who knows how
long.



I didn't have any spare clothes available that would fit him so I led him
to the kitchen naked. Halfway there he reached out and grabbed my hand. I
was intrigued but not very surprised.



We had a long wooden table with benches and I laid down a dishtowel so he
would avoid splinters in his bare ass.



A while later he had eaten a plate of pasta and soy sausages in sauce and
clearly it was the best meal he'd eaten in a long time.



I brewed us a pot of tea and said nothing as I poured us each a mug of earl
grey.



"So..." I said sitting down "now where do we go from here" I said

Chuck looked down at his steaming mug of tea, his fingers fidgeted with the
handle. "what is this place?"

I sipped my tea and stirred more sugar into it. "this is a whorehouse for
rentboys. No women are allowed here. Though we do not operate on the same
standards as sex-slave traders"



"and ...you?" he said looking up

"I'm one of the top rentboys" I said tilting my head at him, I wanted to
gauge his reaction about being taken in by yet another sex based operation



After I moment I continued "we can find you some fitting clothes, shoes,
and with a bit of time we can buy you an apprenticeship with a tradesman
and set you for work and able to sustain yourself. We run a business here
but we find those who run the similar trade with abuse to be absolutely
deplorable so... we will help you in any way that we can."



Chuck stared into his tea which was warming his hands before looking up
back at me

"I want to be one of your rent boys" he said in his shaky voice



I cocked an eyebrow "the work is hard here. This is one of the most visited
brothels around. Are you sure another life wouldn't be easier for you?"



Chuck swallowed "please. You and your friend were so nice to me. I'd like
to work here. Despite where I come from I still like getting ....fucked, and
most comfortable around men and not women. Please. I enjoy serving. I want
to be a rentboy"



I smiled inwardly. Chuck was a cutie with a nice butt, he could make it
work around here.



"I see. Well unfortunately, I don't run this place" I said gesturing "we
will have to talk to Sir. But he may take you will take you."



With that chuck's eyes grew wide with excitement and he couldn't help but
smile. I knew that it wasn't from the thought of being fucked everyday but
from being accepted and not passed on to someone else.



"you have choice here. This is a job but you can always walk away. No
matter what" I said



Chuck blinked.

obviously it was a new concept but he nodded anyway.

"please take me"



Daddy and the rest of the boys prepared him a futon in the empty room. Most
boys were already paired off 2-3 to a room based on how closely they minded
sleeping together in close quarters but this room had been recently vacated
and was mostly used for storage of boxes and other miscellaneous stuff that
we managed to pile over to one side.



Daddy Zasamel ordered some food for him to be brought up to the room and
clapped a large paw of a hand on chuck's shoulder as he gently told him to
get some sleep and they would discuss the future arrangements tomorrow to
which chuck's eyes welled up yet again but managed to keep from crying as
he managed to get out a "thank you so much sir" as he clutched his balled
up old briefs.



He was still naked, with his nice 6inch cut cock in full view of everyone.
After the bath he did not seem to have any desire to put on his stained
soiled briefs back on or to wash them yet he still refused to throw them
away. His bed had been prepared with a twin futon as well as pillows and
blankets for the cold winter nights. Daddy had not offered him any clothes
however but chuck did also did not ask for any and by all accounts he
seemed more comfortable naked and talking to him he did not seem to act any
differently than any normal clothed person would on the street.

However he did ask me to stay a little longer with him when everyone else
departed to their chambers

"I just don't want to be alone in a dark room again" he said fixing me with
his large mismatched puppydog eyes "please just stay with me a little bit
until I fall asleep"



And being the big ol softie that I am I spooned up next to him to comfort
him. I never expected to fall asleep next to him myself or that he'd end up
sneaking into bed with me for the next few nights, or that he'd slowly take
up permanent residence in my room and bed since this boy apparently can't
handle being left alone.



I did know that this sweet pure boy had been damaged and that the sack of
shit that did this to him would pay for exploiting this young boys and
girls for his profit only to abuse them and throw them away arbitrarily. I
did go by other names in the shadows, none of them inaccurate. My favorite
being simply as "the scythe". The ones who did this to him would soon
understand why.



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Chuck's initiation



He stood in front of Daddy Zasamel, obviously nervous but not because of
his nakedness.



Daddy Zasamel bore down on him. He was a huge bear-daddy of a man in every
sense of the word. Over 6.5 feet tall, broad shouldered and barrel chested
from working out for hours daily. He was 45 years old with a shaved head
and dark red beard and ran one of the three most prolific brothels in the
country and the only known all male brothel. His arms were massive from
heavy lifting and marked with intricate spikey tribal tattoos as were his
legs. I could tell why Chuck would be nervous being stared down by such a
man. Zasamel also had the largest penis I have ever seen (which is saying a
lot). More than 10inches long and 6.5 inches around his thick cock was
legendary in our line of work. Indeed unlike most pimps, Sir Zasamel had
been a rentboy himself too. He loved sex and the business of it, but
understood it's potential to be corrupt and abused so made it his life's
work to make sure that his boys were taken care of to a code.

One of his requirements to be a rentboy under his roof though was to be
able to take his thick cock in their ass. If he was able to successfully
breed a boy, the boy was offered the job. There were a few exceptions to
the rule of course, but it was a fair standard.



Thankfully for Chuck's state, Daddy Zasamel was wearing clothes that hid
his massive ass destroying cock from view for the moment. He was wearing
loose fitting jeans held up by a thick leather belt and thick heavy combat
boots. He rarely ever wore a shirt as he loved showing off his muscled
tattooed torso but today he was wearing a cut black muscle shirt that left
his arms and sides exposed but still eased the overt masculinity that
naturally radiated from him.



Despite how manly he was, he cared deeply for all his boys and has been
known to hunt down those who would attempt to do his boys harm or rip them
off. He has never had any interest in women which is why he barres them
from the premises and forbids his boys from working for them though some of
his straight boys may have one or two girlfriends if they wish, but they
must be free.



He got up out of his throne-like chair and began to circle chuck. The room
was enormous and open, a huge colosseum , the ceiling was so high it was
not visible. It was the room he liked to use for auditions as it was the
one most suited for an audience. He wasn't shy about theatrics.



There were about 15 of his other boys there watching though Chuck was
clearly not nervous about being the only naked one in the room. Most of us
were dressed casually in things like shorts and a-shirts. We all knew this
was part of the ritual of initiation, that every rentboy would go through.
I could sense chuck knew what was to happen as well.



Sir Zasamel was inspecting chuck like a piece of meat he was contemplating
buying. He was remarkably talented at reading men's desires and he knew how
to work his boys in the way they wanted to be worked. He could tell that
ultimately this boy liked being used by men and wanted to serve.



"what's your name?" sir asked

"chuck" said the boy obediently

"chuck what?"

"just chuck. I never had a last name"

"I see." said sir Zasamel regarding Chucks cute round butt trying not to
seem obvious how much he wanted to bury his cock in it. "well for the sack
of shit known as Malik that may fly but for me it will not. From now on
your new surname is to be..." he pondered for a moment "Unterseite"



Chucked looked up at him "thank you, sir"

Daddy smiled and reached out to stroke his hair "you seem nervous?"

Chuck looked around curiously at the vastness of the room with it's wide
centered area style stage and it's hundreds of rows of seating

"you have access to the gate"



My eyes flew open wide. It was true that the room was comically too huge
for the building that contained it. Indeed the only entrance from the
brothel was a small closet sized door in Daddy's office. It wasn't unusual
for visitors to comment on the room being far too big on the inside but in
a world where magic was commonplace it was seldom questioned. The rarity
was someone recognizing the mechanics behind such a portal, and that Chuck
was able to make the connection at a glance was rare indeed.



If Daddy Zasamel held as much astonishment as me, he was far better at
concealing it than I was

"you're quite observant, young Chuck Unterseite"



Montagne appeared from the hallway behind Zasamel carrying a huge king
sized futon mattress roll. For any of us boys it would be too much to drag
let alone carry on our own but then they didn't call him the iron bear for
nothing. With a loud grunt that became a shout of sheer masculinity he
twisted his body, throwing the mattress onto the floor where it unfurled
beside Daddy Zasamel and Chuck.



"thank you, mister 'iron bear'" said Daddy turning to Montagne who swept
into an overdramatic bow "why of course Sir Zasamel" but before Montagne
stood up to his full towering height Daddy caught him under his chin to
stop his ascent and planted a kiss on his lips that Montagne returned full
force before standing up and trudging off into the darkness



Daddy then turned to Chuck and drew him close in his arms in a gentle
hugging embrace. Chucks hands were soon grasping handfuls of the back of
daddy's muscle shirt and chuck was burying his face into daddy's chest
inhaling the raw sweaty smell of the older man holding him close. I could
see his legs trembling, something that daddy undoubtedly could sense in
this boy pressed against him. Some might see this as nerves or someone's
lack of desire for the scene but I and daddy both knew that this boy was
nervous about being manhandled by someone who saw him as something other
than just a humanoid sex toy to cum in. the boy was starved for real human
intimacy.



Daddy Zasamel always had a soft spot for such boys and I knew upon Daddy
first laying eyes upon chuck that he'd be one of the family.



Daddy Zasamel gripped a hand under Chuck's chin and pulled him into a full
kiss with his tongue aggressively wrestling chuck's. his thick red bearded
face contrasting chuck's youthful boyish looks. Chuck's entire body
noticeably relaxed against Daddy who wrapped one of his thick muscled arms
around to steady him. All of chucks muscles completely relaxed, his body
submitting to Daddy's embrace until after a minute daddy pulled away



"on your knees boy" he ordered and chuck immediately sank to his knees, his
large mismatched eyes wide with lust and longing. Daddy wasted no time
unzipping his jeans and fishing his thick cock from his fly. Daddy Zasamel
never wore underwear as he said he found it impeded his ability to
spontaneously fuck a boy. Indeed daddy zasamel refused to ever jack off and
would only ever cum inside of a boy, not that he ever had  trouble finding
one even outside of his harem of more than willing boys. even montagne
would willingly take daddy's  load in his ass out of sheer loyalty.



Daddy zasamel whipped out his thick 10inch cock from his fly along with his
balls without unbuckling his belt. He loved to fuck boys fully clothed even
as much as he did naked. It depended on his mood, he felt fucking a boy
without removing any of his clothes helped establish his authority as a sir
and his boys were inclined to agree. He was half hard and grabbed chuck  by
the back of his head and shoved his cock into chuck's willing mouth. Chuck
happily sucked his thick cock, grunting in pleasure, chuck's dick instantly
stiffened up to it's full 6inches pointing straight up against his belly
which Daddy certainly noticed.



Daddy gripped both sides of chuck's head and slowly began pumping his cock
in and out of chuck's mouth, getting harder and harder with each thrust.



"fuuuck yeah boy, take Daddy's thick cock" Sir Zasamel grunted "you're my
boy now. You belong to me"

Chuck let out an involuntary moan over daddy's cock, his fingers gripped
the back of Daddy's thigh's harder as though desperate to not let go

Daddy grunted and pushed chuck away who fell over without resisting onto
his back onto the mattress.



"flip over boy" he ordered



I was surprised, Sir was a man of many kinks, fucking was usually the final
thing to happen but it seemed this boy commanded his dick's attention and
he didn't want to waste any time getting his cock into this cute boy's firm
round ass.



Chuck obediently complied turning over submissively  and Sir immediately
shoved his shoulders down pressing him into the mattress with his ass up in
the air, Daddy began grinding his hips and turgid cock up against chuck's
exposed round ass. With a grunt he reached down and pulled chuck's ass
cheeks apart exposing his pink hairless hole. He grunted a smile and let
his fingers lazily drift over his tight asshole which tightened up at the
sensation.



"such a tight hole" Sir said "if I didn't know better it would seem like
you'd be a virgin"

Chuck moaned in involuntary pleasure "please fuck me sir. I'm not a virgin.
You don't have to be gentle on my hole"

Sir smirked "I see boy. How many men have shot their load in this tight
hole?"

Chuck gasped "I don't know sir, I've been getting fucked for as long as I
can remember. At least 3000 men"



Daddy was rubbing his thick cock up and down his spread and exposed crack.
"so this should feel routine then"

Chuck gasped "no. I love it. I want your cock daddy, please fuck me. I want
to feel you shoot your load inside me"

Daddy grinned: "so you still love being bottom boy and letting men use your
hole?"

Chuck was practically crying now "yes sir, please fuck me. I want to belong
to you and let you use me however you want. I don't want any money, I just
want to get fucked and take cum inside my ass as payment."



With that daddy could hold back no longer he then pressed his thick
cockhead against chuck's  tight hole and slid his way in all the way to the
base. Chuck gasped out in surprise and discomfort but daddy did not slow
down at his whining. His cock slid in slowly but without stopping all the
way to the base and daddy held him down and slowly began to pump his thick
cock in and out of the young boy slowly but with great deliberate thrust of
his cock deep inside chuck's round pale ass.



This was Daddy's test and it was obvious from when they both entered the
room that chuck would pass. Daddy fucked all his boys and Chuck was a boy
who lived to get fucked



Chuck was gasping unintelligible moans into the mattress when he wasn't
biting into it. Occasionally gasps of "oh yeah. Fuck me fuck me" could be
heard. Daddy's cock was huge and chuck was taking it all like a champ

Sir growled and pulled his muscle shirt off over his head without breaking
his rhythm of pumping the young boy with his cock, throwing it away into
some forgotten corner



He bent down and wrapped his thick arms around the soft young boy and
completely pinned him down crushing him into the mattress slamming his cock
in and out of the boy's abused hole. His beard rubbing hard against chuck's
cheek as he brought his mouth  to chuck's ear and began licking his earlobe
and behind his ear



He then bit down firmly but not enough to cause pain on chuck's ear and
began thrusting his thick cock harder and harder into chuck's ass

He released chucks ear and whispered gently into it. "I'm gonna seed your
ass boy"

Chuck gasped "please breed me. I want it. I want your load inside me" he
begged

"means you're my boy now. You taking my load makes you mine" Sir growled
slamming his cock into him

"yes" chuck moaned "I want it. Give it to me. Make me your boy"

And with that Zasamel gave out an animalistic roar and reared up pinning
chuck to the mattress with his cock alone shooting his thick load deep
inside chuck sealing the pact. Sir let out a roar before biting down on
chuck's ear his body completely impaling the boy beneath him to mattress,
planting his load deep inside the boy's hole. After what seemed like ages
sir zasamel's body spasming began to subside, his breathing heavy, his hard
muscled body glistening with sweat. He slowly pulled his now softening cock
from chuck's hole which immediately tightened up again but still some heavy
dribbles of cum leaked from his hole dribbling down his taint coating his
balls



Chuck's breathing was also heavy and he slowly turned over, his cock still
rock hard coated in precum. His hand slid over his thighs but he hesitated
before touching his cock

"sir?" he inquired timidly

Zasamel looked back at him

"am I allowed to jack off?" Chuck asked.

Whatever Zasamel ordered chuck would follow

"cum on my boot"

Chuck immediately straightened up on his knees and aimed his cock over
Sir's outstretched size 13 steel toed combat boots as he furiously stroked
his hard cock letting out involuntary grunts over biting his lower lip
gazing at Zasamel's hard authoritarian face. Sir made no move to assist
Chuck in getting off but he knew how to read a boy, especially a sub boy
like chuck and indeed within a few seconds chuck let out high squeals of
pleasure as he shot forceful ropes of shining silvery cum all over Sir's
massive boot. I counted six, seven, eight and nine shots of shining cum
dripping all over Zasamel's right boot.

"damn boy. That was a big load" Zasamel noted

"sorry sir. I haven't been allowed to cum in more than 2 weeks" chuck gasped

"I see" observed the sir assessing his new boy who had clearly never been
allowed to cum in his life without permission.

He reached out a huge paw of hand and gripped a handful of chuck's sandy
blonde hair and shoved his face down onto his cum covered boot smearing the
young boy's face with his own cum.

Chuck understood the situation and immediately began to lick up his own cum
off his Sir's boot swallowing his own load and continuing to lap up his cum
until the boot shone clean.



Chuck looked up his face still smeared with the remains of his own cum "I'm
sorry sir. I tried to get all the cum but some got stuck in the  space
between the heel and the boot"

Zasamel stood up to his full height "that's okay boy, I'll have you scrub
and polish them normally later. As it is now you have the notice of so many
other men to take care of"



Chuck looked around and seemed to just notice all the other men who had
been watching him be bred by Sir Zasamel



"yes sir" he panted sinking back down to his knees



Now I will leave you here. Any of my boys who want to fuck you will do what
they want to you now. You will take all of their loads without question and
as my new boy you must take any top who wants to fuck you. Is that clear?



"yes sir. I will take anyone's load. I love getting fucked"



"that's my boy" sir said "and planted a gentle kiss on  the young boy's
lips before leaving through the corridor in front of him without looking
back at the boy he now owned.



I stood back as the other boys in Daddy's harem descended upon his naked ass





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Chuck was forbidden to wear clothes ever again. A rule that he
enthusiastically embraced. There were exceptions, being that a client had
to specifically request it, but that was rare. Chuck was allowed to wear
shoes and socks outdoors but seldom did unless was on a journey to
somewhere far off on foot. He was often met with weird stares but hardly
anyone commented. Public nudity was legalized >10 years ago but people were
still apprehensive about it but understood intellectually that it existed.
Indeed it was not unusual to see the occasional naked citizen especially
here on the coastline, but most people were creatures of habit and stuck to
wearing their usual garb when going out. Public sex was still illegal
however so any amorous encounters were obligated to find suitable cover.

This particular rule was highly unusual, even for one of Zasamel's boys,
but I could tell that chuck (not so) secretly loved the enforced nudity as
he was often groped by passing men which always garnered a giggle from him.
I suspected it also had to do with the band that appeared on his left ankle
after his initiation with the sir. It was unlike the usual marks the boys
possessed, we all bore sir's brand but this was a black mark, more like a
tattoo with it's twin bands containing a set of runes surrounding the
brand. I learned later that this mark was a customization from Daddy that
meant if he wore clothes, even at a client's request, they would crumble
into rust and sand within an hour without exception.



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After all of the boys who wanted to load him did so we restrained him to
the bed using thick leather straps, and blindfolded him. Sir took his time
heating up the branding iron.  He did his best to make it at simplistic and
therefore minimize the pain but the nature of this magic involved the
permanency of searing the skin to take the mark. Heating the iron took some
time which was why he allowed his other boys their fill of Chuck. He knew
Chuck knew he had the option to turn away anyone he wanted but in the end
enjoyed it when other men took the lead in doing what they wanted to his
body.



When the circular iron glowed a red hue, Sir Zasamel pulled it from the
fire with his thick leather gloved hand and bent down to whisper into
Chuck's ear. Chuck knew the ritual and what was to happen. He himself had
requested to be blindfolded.



As iron burned fayen folk to an excruciating degree, Sir Zasamel had
utilized a brand made of steel. The pain would still be great but Chuck
would be able to retain both the mark and the use of his leg.



"you ready for this boy?" he grunted into Chuck's ear

Chuck sniffled "yes sir"

"you will serve me and never wear clothes again unless  I find reason to
permit for the rest of your life?"

"yes sir"

"three times binds the contract, even for faerie. You will be my boy, now
and forever?"

Chuck sniffed again but gulped and said with his voice unshaking "yes sir.
Brand me and I will be yours for you and any men to use forever. I am your
property"



With that Sir smiled and pulled a stick with the girth of his thumb from
his pocket and placed it horizontally in chuck's mouth.



With that he pressed the red-hot branding iron into the flesh of Chuck's
leg above his left ankle, searing his skin  with the round sigil of the
Zasamel mark. Chuck shrieked, eyes clenched, biting down on the stick in
his mouth and thrashed his body in pain but the leg being branded he held
immobile. The boy had remarkable control of his ability to feel pain. After
a few seconds Sir drew the iron away and tossed it into a barrel of cold
water where it sizzled.

Zasamel unbucked his belt and jeans and fished out his already fully hard
cock and began to pump it in full deliberate strokes.

His eyes began to glow, runes of an ancient language unknown began to
appear trailing down Daddy Zasamel's arms and knuckles before appearing
over his pelvic region and down his cock which reached it's full mast
dripping glowing pecum

And Zasamel began to speak in a voice that echoed eerily in an unnaturally
penetrating way

"

cum penis

Et nota vobis

bona mea!"

He howled, the runes shining brightly as his thick cock erupted cum all
over the scorched brand he had inflicted on the young boy



Chuck rather than writhe in pain instead writhed in pleasure "ohmygodz it-"
he gasped. All his limbs were completely immobilized for the ritual but his
rock hard cock still spasmed and shook until he shot another thick jet of
cum out of him onto his own face and another and another that landed on the
wall behind him as well as over his chest

Chuck's eyes were completely rolled back into his head shining brightly
even through the blindfold "Ego sum bonorum" he muttered out

Chuck's jizz rolled unnaturally over his body and merged with Sir Zasamel's
swirling over the scarred sigil burnt into chuck's lower leg where it
glowed brightly for a few moment before fading away



Sir stood up. The ritual was complete and Chuck was now one of us. "untie
him" he ordered all of us standing around in a circle wearing our
ceremonial black hooded robes. Chuck had stopped glowing and his muscles
unseized and he fell limp, asleep and dead to the world. He would sleep
perhaps the next day or two as his body absorbed the magic of the seal.

Four of the robed boys came forward to untie him and carry him to bed and
care for him.



"Adler. Montagne. Castor." Daddy Zasamel said quietly turning away down the
corridor "My office."

The three of us watched him disappear down the hall for a moment as the
other boys dispersed back to their rooms and waiting clients.

Without a word I reached out and took hold of the other boys' arms and let
the darkness overtake us.





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The light of Sir Zasamel's office buzzed and flickered back on. I let go of
the boys' arms. We stood sentinel for a few moments without a word before
the heavy oak door of Zasamel's door swung open and he stepped hard but
slowly into the room. He sat down at his desk before placing his fingertips
together and looking up at us.

"I have never been particularly fond of Malik and his ways but then, I was
not quite aware of the extent of how extreme he would go until conversing
with Young Chuck."

He focused on me for a moment "You were right to bring him to me Adler.
That boy has no real world skills, and would not survive having been
abandoned by Malik and his crew. Especially after what they have done to
him."


Zasamel shook his head "You don't know all the horrible things he told me.
Malik 'adopted' him when he was 10 and had been selling him to get fucked
by men since then, who would often beat him after. He was forced into it
all, Malik lording over him and using him as his own favorite fucktoy to
make him feel like a useless piece of shit. The psychological scars clearly
run deep as Malik would mix in kindness in between letting him get raped by
strangers. The control of his mind made him truly a slave"

Zasamel covered his face with his hands

"then he would extract vials of his blood to sell even if it made the boy
pass out. And even then after all that he has the balls to throw the kid
out on the street for being 'too old'. And even then the fact that the kid
kept trying to come back shows how fucked up he became because of him."



My face was stone cold but my teeth were gritted in rage. My fingers
clenched, itching to summon my blade to tear the throats out of Malik and
his goons who ran this organization



Castor spoke up "are you sure you did the right thing by branding him as
one of us, after all he's been through?"



Again, Zasamel shook his head "I tried to get him to go elsewhere. Offered
him an apprenticeship with a tradesman of his choice. But he wouldn't hear
any of it. Kept insisting to stay here. We were the first ones who have
shown him kindness in a long time and I couldn't force him to go through
that abandonment again."



"I Know his type. Too much freedom will put him into too much shock. He'd
go crazy. He needs someone to give him direction and slowly introduce him
to the world of choice" montagne said



Zasamel nodded "indeed. I started by laying down my rules. Emphasizing his
ability to say no. he seems to understand it but would like you boys to
keep an eye on him at all times and make sure nothing happens to him"



"not like he'll leave us alone anyway" castor muttered chuckling



"so where do we go from here?" said montagne, his voice cold



"apparently malik is well connected to his own extensions of outlaws, as
well as connections to the beings inside the gate. I must consult my own
connections including Patrocolus But..." he looked up suddenly, his eyes
flashing "I want that motherfucker taken down" he said baring his teeth.



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secondari





My name is Chuck Unterseite

I have been living as one of Daddy Zasamel's boys for two months now.

I've had a hard time getting used to it. Both getting fucked every day and
treated as a member in a group. Most of my time I spent as Malik's boy I
would get fucked and discarded sometimes beaten. Working for Daddy I felt
like I was wanted. I would get fucked AND be allowed to jack off after.
Often times with malik I was forbidden to even touch my cock after taking
loads.



I came here having only the rags that remained of the briefs I owned
covering me to feeling like I actually belonged. I wasn't allowed to cover
my body ever again but it was more than a fair trade in my opinion, and in
fact I loved that I wasn't allowed to wear clothes. Considering I had spent
most of my existence without wearing clothes, I felt that it was daddy
Zasamel's way of making it easier for me to adjust to my new life under
him.   And the fact that everyone could see the sigil on my leg that marked
me for the property that I was an added bonus.



Malik never acknowledged me or cared about me beyond serving him. Though
unfortunately he was the closest thing to a parent I could remember having.
But considering



---------------------------------





I hesitated a moment before I gathered my composure and raised my fist to
rap three tentative knocks on the heavy dark oak wood door of Daddy's
office.

"come in" his deep voiced command reverberated through the thick wooded door



It was a small 15x15 foot room with a large desk  on one end of the room
with a bookshelf behind it and a black leather couch on the other.



"chuck" said Daddy Zasamel removing his reading glasses and standing up
from his computer. "you requested a meeting with me. What seems to be the
trouble?"



I looked down at the floor, observing his massive booted feet thumping
across the floor before planting themselves in front of me while I fidgeted
with my fingers.



"look up at me boy" he commanded.

I froze for a moment before looking up at the man that owned me towering
above me.

"yes daddy?"

"you don't have to be nervous" he said pulling me close in his arms.

He hugged me close and I felt my shoulders relax. Daddy always inevitably
made me feel safe.



He pulled away and reclined on the couch, his legs spread wide and I sat
between them laying my cheek against his chest



"what is it, boy?" he said stroking my head behind my ear.
"I know I don't ask for anything..." I started

"but?" he responded

"I had something once. And... it was taken from me. I'd like some help
getting it back... please" I blurted out

Sir held his hand on my shoulder, after a second I realized he was waiting
for explanation before I continued "I had an old picture book. It was the
only thing I remember owning. When malik abandoned me some street thugs
beat me and took it and sold it to some shop. It was the only thing I had
besides the clothes on my back"



Sir then reached down and with his massive hand casually cupped my right
asscheek.



"so you want help retrieving this book of yours" daddy said, his voice
unchanging



I swallowed "yessir please it's the only thing I want. I don't make
requests much but... " I trailed off





Daddy zasamel smiled

"Adler!" he barked out "you were listening?"



A subtle voice  purred from the darkness in the rafters above us "heh.
Naturally"

And the single bulb of the lamp that illuminated daddy Zasamel's office
dimmed down sharply before a shadowy fog descended from the rafters above
and I was startled to see Adler standing besides where sir Zasamel and I lay



"those high beams are always the best spots to curl up with a book or just
brood" Adler said casually lighting up a cigarette "so what is this book
that I'm supposed to be finding?" the corner of his mouth turned up in his
trademark smirky grin with the smoke curling up from the corners



I sat up and then walked over to the desk and wrote out the strange letters
that appeared on the book's thick leather-bound cover. I knew the symbols
by heart even if I didn't know what they meant. Unfortunately the last few
letters of the title had been obscured.



I handed the piece of paper to Adler who took it in his fingerless gloved
hard and squinted down at the mysterious letters of the title.



"...in the faerie language." he said, his voice flat and suddenly emotionless
"Should have guessed"

"...The Faen Language is grammatically correct" I said glancing down at my
feet and back again



"can you read this?" he said eyeing me while taking a drag on his cig
"you're good with languages"

"No, I'm only half faerie, and the Faen languages work with magic as well
as mere words. I've never been able to actually read the book"



He looked down at the paper again for a moment

Daddy stood up, his thick boots clunking on the floor behind me, he clapped
his thick hand upon my shoulder

"what shop was the book sold to?" daddy said looking down at me.

I stared down "the xxxxxx bookshop.  I tried to get it back but the crazy
old lady running the shop told me I had no proof that it was mine and that
I had to buy it. She also told me I was a filthy street whore and to get
the fuck out of her store unless I came back with some decent clothes on
and some money." I said bitterly, closing my eyes trying to avoid reliving
the memory.



Adler looked up again from his seemingly encompassing trance at my note. He
folded up the paper and slipped it into his back pocket.

"I know her. She was always a bitch to everyone and not afraid to buy
stolen shit besides books. Her magic may be good but-" he twirled his
fingers of the hand not holding the cigarette and the dark fog swirled
around his hand revealing a hand scythe with a dark red wood handle and a
wicked sharp curved blade at the end. The small runes etched into the blade
glowed blue for an instant before winking out again. "They don't call me
'The Scythe' for being easily beaten. I'll find out where this book is." he
grinned with a scary glint in his eyes as he dashed out the cigarette in
the ashtray on daddy's desk before vanishing into the darkness that stole
across him.



The lamps in the room glowed to their full brightness again, making the
room feel warmer once again. I shivered.



Daddy Zasamel wrapped his strong arms around me from behind to hold me
close, and it was only then that I realized I had been clenched up and so
then relaxed.



"he's... almost kind of scary when he gets like that" I muttered

"he isn't someone whom you would want to cross, but I have had few of my
boys be more loyal than him." Zasamel said

I sighed "And he did rescue me and bring me here"

Zasamel then bent down and whispered in my ear "that he did boy. You are
safe here, with Daddy and his boys to protect you."

I shivered involuntarily. It was almost more than I could do to start
crying. I was unused to someone comforting me, it was almost alien.

I squeaked out "thank you daddy" reaching up and gripping his hands clasped
against me.

He grunted in my ear "we'll find your book, boy. And in a few days when I'm
not so busy running this place and other errands, you'll get some one on
one time with Daddy. No painful brandings then"

I was trembling "I'd like that, Daddy."

He gave another animalistic grunt and licked behind my ear

"it's late. Time for bed, boy." he said rubbing my belly



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Daddy assigned me to work in the pastry shop.

Despite being attached to a brothel it was a cute shop with dozens of
designer cupcakes, rolls, and other goods.

I actually liked working there serving coffee and cakes to people,
occasionally getting whistles from those who caught a glimpse of my butt
when I turned around since my apron only covered my front.



In between customers I heard a ding and looked down at my wrist.

Since I didn't have pockets to keep a cell phone, Daddy had instead gotten
me a smartwatch to receive alerts.

It was from a guy who had come in earlier. A shorter slimmer guy with black
hair and thick glasses who had ordered a triple latte.

"hey man. Thanks for the coffee. Can I book some time with you? Possibly on
your lunchbreak?"

I immediately texted back "yes! I go on break at 1pm"







When the time rolled around I clocked out and hung my apron on the hook and
entered the brothel through the inconspicuous plain wooden door in the café
that led to the main lobby of the brothel. Most clients needed a password
but the rentboys had a sensor in our phones or watches that was read by the
door when we approached that automatically unlocked it for us.



I tapped the screen on my smartwatch. I texted the guy, "hey. Password to
the lobby today is 'netheryayah'. Check in and I am in room 4"



Within a minute I got a response. "cool. Will arrive soon"



One of Zasamel's boys was working the front desk, It was one whom I hadn't
been introduced to yet. We all worked around the place when we weren't
entertaining a client. Since I was new and assigned to the pastry shop and
haven't built up a regular client base yet I haven't had as much
interaction with the boys who ran the inner workings of the house besides
Daddy, Adler,  and Castor.



Most of the men who came in looking for services came into the lobby and
flipped through the book kept by the front desk which contained pictures of
all the boys available for rent and descriptions about them, their age,
height, preferred position, etc.

It took a bit to book a professional photographer to come in and take shots
of me and my naked body posed In seductive positions but eventually we got
a few shots of me bent over and legs up in the air and my profile was added
to the book of rentboys available for men to browse through. Most boys gave
pseudonyms for themselves but I just went by my real name. I wasn't ashamed
of what I was and had no intentions to run for office. I knew I wasn't cut
out for any of that.



I let the boy at the front desk that I would be taking my room and that the
client would be there shortly.

Each of the rooms was actually a pretty nice suite with a single queen
sized bed and it's own small bathroom. Other styles of room were available
of course but this was the standard.



Since all I was wearing was my shoes and socks I shucked them off in no
time and tucked them away under the bed and lay on my stomach on the bed to
wait for the client who was renting me.

After about two minutes I heard the door creak open and the guy peeked his
head in to see my naked ass up in the air

"ah nice" he muttered before stepping in. he was carrying a large pizza
box. The smell of parmesan and marinara wafted in and over my nostrils.
"thought you might be hungry, since you're working on your lunch break and
all"



He came over and set the pizza box next to me where I could clearly smell
the onion and bell pepper. He bent town and grabbed each of my ass cheeks
in each hand and pulled them apart exposing my pink hairless hole

"nice" he muttered and in one quick motion licked my exposed butthole and
started plunging his tongue into my tight hole. I grunted and gripped the
sheets and bit down on the pillow my face rested on as he furiously rimmed
me.

"damn, boy your ass tastes good" he gasped out coming up for air "get up on
your hands and knees" gripping my hips and tugging me up. I shifted my
weight so I was up on all fours . After some shuffling noises I realized he
was getting out of his clothes and climbing up on the bed with me. after a
moment I felt his bobbing hard uncut dick rubbing against my hole.



"I'm pressed for time too man. Got to make this a quickie as well" he said
squirting a bottle of lube down my spread crack and over his cock. He
speared the lube along my hole with his cock and I felt his thick fingers
penetrate my hole shoving the lube in deeper. I grunted at the sudden entry.

"c'mon I know you can take it" He said lining up his cockhead against my
sphincter.



I gasped again "I'm ready"

"hmn?" he asked softly

"fuck me please" I moaned rubbing my ass against him

I heard the sharp inhalation as he grinned and Pressed his hard cock
against my hole which opened to let his hard cock slide all the way inside
of me.

"aaaaahhhh" he groaned gripping my hips with his hands. For a moment he
held me there with his cock inside me, unmoving.

He breathed heavy again and still inside me he reached down and picked up
the pizza box and placed it on my back and opened it up to take out a slice
of pizza and began eating it. His hips retracted and I felt his cock slowly
slide out of my hole before pounding back inside of me pounding my prostate
in pleasure.

He grunted in pleasure with his mouth full of pizza as he fucked me. After
a minute he realized he needed to be able to balance himself so wrapped a
greasy hand around my hip while he continued to fuck me and eat the slice
of pizza with his other hand.

Apparently he was so into eating the pizza and fucking me he didn't notice
when one of the slices in the box floated up and around me to start poking
me in the face. At first I was confused but then I realized and opened my
mouth and the slice filled my mouth until I bit down and moaned
involuntarily over the mouthful of pizza.

"oh fuck yeah man" he said after swallowing a bite of pizza and continuing
to slam his cock in me

I grunted "mmmrf" over the pizza slice that seemed to be feeding itself to
me in midair

"flip over" he said and I fell forward taking hold of the pizza floating in
front of my face



I turned over and he grasped my legs and pushed them back over my head
placing the box of pizza on my belly



He began slamming his hips against my ass, fucking me deeper and deeper as
I moaned biting down on another slice of pizza.

"yeah boy. Filling both your holes" he grunted as he took a bite and began
slamming me harder and harder.

"Oooohhh FUUUUCKK!!!" he stuffed his mouth with the last bit of his slice
of pizza as he pulled out of me suddenly and jacked his dick and spurt his
load all over my chest covering the last slices of pizza, covering my face
and the slice I was eating. He huffed air through his nose for a few
seconds before slowly winding down. He slowly chewed and swallowed the bite
of pizza still in his mouth.

He sighed "thanks buddy" playfully slapping my inner thigh

He took another slice and said "the rest is for you" and slowly began to
get dressed, the slice of pizza hanging from his mouth.



I laid there a few moments savoring the moment and then I slowly ate the
rest of the cum-covered pizza savoring the tastes.

Eventually I got up and collected the cash he left on the nightstand. I
didn't care about the money from getting fucked. Cum was the only payment I
needed. Or in this case, cum and pizza, So I whistled. It was in tones too
high for ordinary humans to hear unless they possessed some sort of
supra-normal hearing.

I heard the scratching beneath the floorboards and out of the corner of my
eye I saw one of the tiles in the bathroom swing out like a door and three
rats scampered out onto the bathroom counter and leapt onto the floor and
scurry their way towards me. Two were all black and one was white with a
third eye in the middle of his forehead.

I sat down on the floor, trying my best to avoid carpet burn on my bare ass.



"hello boys" I said enthusiastically "can you please take this to daddy
please?" handing the three eyed rat, Jeffrey the wad of bills the pizza guy
had paid me. He grabbed the wad of bills with his mouth and scampered off
to the bathroom where he jumped up and climbed the towels back onto the
counter and out of sight down the tunnel behind the tile. The other two
black rats remained and squeaked at me for a moment.

"don't you worry" I smiled and ripped the a remaining bit of pizza crust in
two and gave it to them. they both squeaked and scurried away to find their
friend and closed the tile behind them.



naked covered in cum and pizza grease I relaxed back on the bed when I
heard a voice behind me "well that seemed like a fun trick. Never had
anyone bring me pizza"



I whipped around and adler had appeared behind me bearing his trademark
grin.



I startled but he placed a hand on my shoulder "don't you worry, you're
safe. I had channeled my inner (not kaspar hauser) and was watching you
from a hole in the ceiling above" he gestured hiking his thumb upwards. I
squinted at the ceiling. It was high and dark and I couldn't see what he
meant.

"don't bother" he said "we designed it so it'd be almost impossible to see
from below. But I watched him have his way with you. I didn't think you
should go hungry so I helped you get your fair share of pizza while he was
fucking you" he said.



With a smirk he flicked out a folded piece of paper from his pocket between
his fingers.

"took a while but seems like I may have found someone who is the best bet
at finding that book of yours"

I tentatively took the piece of paper

"come to the address once your shift is over" he said giving me a wink as
he vanished behind the fog before I could press him with any further
question.



The last three hours of my shift were a blur. Some customers whistled or
catcalled me or even slapped my bare ass but I barely noticed.



Finally at 5pm I clocked out and bent down to pull the slip of paper from
my sock that adler had given me earlier.

It was actually a ways away. I didn't have a vehicle and traveling to the
neighborhoods this close to the gate required them. Sometimes I sincerely
wondered if adler forgot how to travel normally or even if he had a
driver's license.

I knocked on the door to one of the boy dorms and found Montagne laying
around on his bed wearing just his boxers reading a magazine.

"Yes? He said looking up from his magazine without moving his head

"you're not working tonight?" I tentatively asked

"Thursdays are usually slow, so no one booked tonight. What's up?"

"I was wondering if I could get a ride. Adler gave me this address but it's
a ways away. Near the z district"

He sat up "if you wanted to take a ride on it you could have just said so"
he said with a smirk



Five minutes later I was seated behind him tightly grasping him around the
middle.

"you couldn't just get a motorcycle or a car?" I whispered

He revved the engine of his overlarge motorized monowheel which we were
seated in the middle of

He gave a sharp laugh. "like everybody else? That's boring"

He revved the engine  again and the massive wheel  that vertically
encircled us began to rotate and we took off down the road at high speed.

His monowheel was a bit more high tech than the standard model in addition
to montagne adding his own custom modifications such as him being able to
see straight ahead without leaning far out to the side by use of a screen
in front of him. He had told me if we ever got caught in a turn at too high
of a speed we'd be safe due to it's built in automatic gyroscoping
mechanism and use to antigrav tech. When he described how it worked I
decided I'd rather not have it demonstrated for me in action.

We rode hard and fast, weaving in and out of traffic, up between the lanes
of cars he apparently deemed too slow. I gripped him tighter, digging my
fingers into his jacket

I felt him chuckle "don't worry kid, I've been riding this bad boy for
years"



About half an excruciating hour later, the screen dinged and the gps
announced that we were getting close. This area was way different than
Shrettzer. Way more modern with it's high skyscrapers and excessive amounts
of chrome, glass and airborne advertisements. The city was abuzz with life,
neon and people teeming everywhere. We wove through the heavy traffic and
he abruptly turned off the main road into some winding side streets until
we came to some semi secluded alleyway where he slowed his enormous wheel
to a halt.

"well... this here seems to be the address" he said leaning his head out the
side to glance around.

No visible signs or addresses seemed to be around until he finally spoke
up
"ah there it is" he gestured upward to a lone door up on the next level
accessible by fire escape on a small run down looking building. It bore the
address on the paper.

"...can you reach the ladder?" I asked eyeing the folded up means to the
level above a good 10 feet above the ground

"I can-" montagne started but before he could finish the crank began to
move on it's own and the squealing ladder unfolded itself to rest on the
ground.

"...well that answers your question" he said blowing air out of his nose.
"guess they know you're here"

I stepped out of the wheel and walked towards the ladder  and tentatively
grasped the nearest rung before turning back to montagne "thank you for
driving me" I said to him.

"no problem. Let me know how it goes" he tossed me my bag which I caught
with both hands. He waved a hand at me before lowering the goggles on his
helmet and speeding off into the night.



I slung my bag over my shoulder and turned to climb the ladder.

Once I reached the top I stood before the steel door in front of me. It
bore no markings or even seemed to have a handle. I reached out a fist and
knocked three times in quick succession.

After a few seconds I heard a ding on my smartwatch: it was a text from
Adler:  It's open. Just push to come in"



I pushed inside and when the door behind me latched shut it vanished  and I
was somehow was not surprised to find myself standing in the middle of
another massive room far too large than it should logically be. Some kind
of laboratory  as there were large rows and rows of huge machinery who's
purpose was beyond me, that I could only guess as their function with their
massive tangles of tubing and wiring and flashing LED lights surrounding
circular tanks of liquid, and shelves and shelves of books all under a
seemingly endlessly high ceiling of wires and cables crisscrossing all over
the place. I turned around slowly in awe of the vast lab, I couldn't even
see any actual walls or ceiling of the place, the rows and rows of
machinery and bookcases seemingly stretching on for miles. Before I made a
full rotation in my wonder I finally noticed the people seated at a table
some ways away by some precariously stacked books and notebooks.



One of them was Adler, the other was a man I didn't know. He seemed to be
in his mid 30's with some thick black spikey hair, 5'oclock shadow, wearing
a simple black T-shirt and ripped jeans. He wore beat up sneakers too and
from the looks of it he wasn't even wearing socks. But the most notable
feature was that he had no left arm and it clearly had been replaced with a
high tech mechanical prosthetic.


I stood there a moment before cautiously stepping forward to them where I
observed they were engaged in an intense game of Go. The side of Adler's
mouth twisted upwards as a single white stone rose from the bowl on his
side of the board and placed itself on the 19x19 grid.  the smoke from the
cigarette dangling from his mouth twisting high upwards.



The stranger took a drag on his own cigarette which he held with his normal
right hand and blew the smoke from his nostrils before pushing his thick
glasses back onto his face.. The index and middle fingers of his metallic
prosthetic hand detached from the hand and extended on thick cables like
snakes plucking a black stone from his own bowl and slapping it down onto
the grid.



"goddamn it" said Adler wrinkling his nose and narrowing his eyes at the
board


"I've had quite some time to study this 'ancient' game" laughed the stranger



"oh yeah?" Adler snorted after a second or two and another of his white
stones flew from the wooden bowl in front of him and clacked onto the board
and a significant number of captured black stones rose off the board into
Adler's outstretched hand. His taunting smirk broke into a laugh as he let
the stones fall from his palm into his tray of prisoners

"fucking hell..." the man gritted through his teeth as he then stubbed out
his cigarette in the ashtray beside the board before finally turning to me
and giving a predatory smile
"So this is the boy you were telling me about? You didn't tell me he was
cute"

I flushed "hi, I'm Chuck" I said sheepishly as I waved my hand

The metal tendrils snapped back into his prosthetic arm as he stood up and
approached me

His face softened a bit, less predatory as he extended his good right hand
to me "Doctor Zerashi" he introduced himself

I shook his hand "nice to meet you"

"'doctor' my ass" I thought I heard Adler mutter under his breath



His eyes scanned me head to toe for a few moments before meeting mine again
"it turns out that book of yours was rarer than we thought" he said finally

I sighed "so you couldn't find it?" my shoulders sagged

He gave a snort "oh no, I love a challenge. Especially when it comes to
books.

It turns out that silly little picture book you're nostalgic for isn't one
of mass print. In fact, that shop those street thugs hocked it to did their
own investigation and saw it's potential for value and in turn hocked it
themselves. Changing quite a few hands for a while we seem to have finally
located it's hopefully not final resting place"



I blinked "...where is it?"



"The library of kadvalaer"

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Few people were alive nowadays who remember when it happened. As I am
teenager, It was long before my time. A rip in space and time itself
appeared along the earth. A rip between dimensions. The proponents of the
multiverse theory never expected to be proven right in such a magnitude.
The rip tore the country apart for hundreds of miles connecting to an
unknown universe. Elite scientists and politicians from around the world
were flown in to study the rip and what was seen on the other side. The
exact date of the incident can fluctuate depending on the news source since
virtually every media outlet was reporting on it during the time of the
incident, it is nearly impossible to differentiate between pure
sensationalism and reality, for a fixed hole between two dimensions is
truly stranger than fiction. The conclusions drawn between the scientists
and the elite officials: this is a dangerous phenomenon. Their solution:
build a wall and restrict access to solely scientists and other government
approved surveyors. All beings encountered within the rift were to be
considered hostile and not engaged with at all costs.



The wall stretched along the horizon dividing the country entirely. Indeed
the wall rose higher than most commercial aircraft were permitted to fly.
Such a wall would take centuries of human manual laborers to construct, but
with the advent of builder bots that were easily programed, self
replicating and able to work continuously without stopping the wall was
constructed within less than 10 years.

It was in even less time that the colloquial term for the area became known
as "the Gates of Hell" later shortened to "the Gate"



The cause of the calamity between dimensions was still unknown and it was
theorized that it may take decades or more likely centuries of research to
understand. This of course didn't stop the advent of many technologies
apparently being derived from studying the area. Be it from simply studying
the alien world or else trading technologies between the beings from the
alleged alternate universe, the general populace was still largely ignorant
of the majority of their existence. This of course did not stop many
conspiracy theories from circulating as well as the formation of various
fanatic religions based upon the area of the gate.



Many of the underground crime syndicates employed their own scientists to
artificially construct their own non-government approved access points to
the gate. Among the many technologies stolen from the gate was the advent
of pseudo-space. I.e. creating a space larger than it's container. Such
gate related technologies were also heavily government regulated and the
black market for such tech rivaled that of drugs, slaves, and prostitutes.



One of the largest government buildings in this side of the country was the
Library of Kadvalaer. Originally a 120 story tall skyscraper that was then
incorporated into the wall of the Gate.  Already an enormous building it
was further expanded both outwardly and it's interior expanded even further
still. Containing millions of books, and other forms of media several of
the base levels were accessible to the public and it's upper levels having
more and more restricted access as many of the books and other artifacts
contained in the building were considered unique and irreplaceable as well
as certain areas containing books and scrolls of deadly magical knowledge
unsuited for the general public. Lesser known was the fact that so much of
the library was restricted was because the labyrinth of books was so vast
that it wasn't unheard of for people to simply get lost and need to be
rescued later. The high shelves of a single floor could exceed over 30 feet
high and formed a natural maze to those who didn't know how to navigate it.
The library bots were always able to guide one out but weren't always easy
to find and were often high in the shelves reshelving books and clearing
dust. Their spider-like design also could be intimidating for the average
citizen.



Many rumors and urban legends surrounded the Library including people
disappearing while wandering the tomes, that the library existed in both
this dimension and the one beyond the gate and that access to certain rooms
and other areas were only held by the president herself, as well as endless
conspiracy theories on various mythical tomes or other enchanted artifacts
allegedly hidden away in the library.



Indeed many old artifacts and books were on display throughout the library
behind reinforced glass, it was estimated that countless more were hidden
away in storage somewhere since the exact amount of rooms, or even floors
was unknown. With the government approval for implementing pseudo-space it
was impossible to even guess. It was not terribly uncommon to see doors to
hidden rooms in seemingly random and unconventional places like centered in
the middle of a bookshelf 10 feet off the ground, free standing in the
middle of rooms or even on some ceilings. The results of countless
architects and engineers working on a single project over many decades
along with use of relatively new and only partially understood technology.



How we were to find a single book in all of that madness was beyond me,
even if Zerashi had some kind of VIP access which I had serious doubts on.